“You…”
He starts talking, then stops to actually think about his words, looking at her.
“I’d call you liiike, a….”
He thinks again, which is really, exceedingly rare for him.
“Yer not givin’ mommy, yer givin’ mami,” he says with a little hand wiggle. He just thinks she’s normal hot and also way older than him. “Puppy Wuppy needs a shrink ‘er somethin either way, geheh, I think they put his noggin’ in a blender ‘nd hit that shit with a buncha baseball bats when he was born. Oh yeah, I was in his head, he killed my ass.”
